CM Punk nWo titantron… x
As a CM Punk fan and die hard nWo fan… I think I found my favorite post on Tumblr.
Wrestle bloggers? Where are you?! Are you ok? I’m scrolling thru my dash and there is no wrestling what so ever.
DO I NEED TO SEND HELP?! POST SOMETHING…..
Hey guys, if you have a Facebook and you like wrestling and you like my postings about wrestling… you should check out the page Wrestling Redefined. I just got granted a permanent admin spot. I post under the tag “Miss Madness”. And I post more over on Facebook because you know… they don’t make me update my phone to use the damn app.
You know what? I hate to say it but since the Tumblr app will no longer run on my whatever update before iOs7 iPhone I’ve been in a better place.
I mean without a website that’s so full of pretty people and perfect triggers at my fingertips I’ve been feeing less miserable most of the time.
I’m also finding myself less in a rage at other female wrestling fans. I mean it’s amazing what being off Tumblr can do.
So I don’t think today is going to be a bad day…
Got my presale code for Raw Albany (I’m going, and getting tics as soon as my taxes come in), and I was tagged in all these pics of Miss Elizabeth on Instagram.. So so far it’s a good day… I think its because I had this juice that I can hardly find anywhere. Its weird too because it’s so damn cheap.
People who are happy with their own body as well as their selves are my favorite types of people.
I don’t know how the hell they do it but I love them for that.
You know what? I just don’t know what to say anymore.
I sat here for about 30 minutes typing out different feelings and shit, but I just don’t know what to say.
I’m just… I don’t even know anymore.
I know it’s not healthy to get caught up in shit. Especially this stupid thing that’s been a reality for almost two whole months now.
But truth be told… I miss having you as a best friend.
I almost cried today because I was listening to wrestling themes, and Kurt Angle’s WWE theme came on, and I laughed because I remember what we would sing to it and then it hit me- no one else has that memory. And I’m laughing because why? I have no one to share that laugh with.
It’s the little things that get me to miss you. The stupid shit I would normally text you because I saw it and thought of you.
Look, I totally understand you wanting nothing to do with me-I’m sure you have a million of Instagram friends to get your fill of friendship from. That’s cool. They probably are prettier and better than me anyway.
I just wish it could have ended differently.
Even if the friendship ended with us calling eachother every dirty name in the book… But just total silence.
And maybe it hurts so much because of how close we were. I even moved in. We were like sisters. And then one day it just stopped. Out of the blue.
I don’t know what was told or not told… But I didn’t mean any harm.
If you felt like I was invading, all you had to do was say something. I would have stepped back, stopped, no questions asked.
I’m just hurt I suppose, and it’s gonna take time to heal. I just wish I knew what I did wrong, or that we could talk it out-even if it means never talking after that point.
I keep thinking one day I’m gonna wake up to a text from you about you seeing someone at Dunkin Donuts who looks like some funny celeb. But no, your not a stupid WWE notification.
I just… I just wish it was a bad dream. I mean I don’t want to seem like I’m carrying on, but I need closure to move on.